Empty Oceans Lyrics - Singles - Word As A Virus

It's pulling apart at the seams 

The openness of the sky 

The nakedness of the trees 

It is the reality I can not face with eyes open 

Drenched in this chemical 

A process that has become my burning left arm 

I see the crosses 

They comfort me 

I see the crosses 

When syringes tease me and leave their mark 

Trails that I didn't want 

But somehow I am stuck with them